Day 210-213: Floating Frames

These frames are cool in theory, but we moved some artwork (I use that term very loosely) around in our living room and these frames got displaced.

DESTINATION: Goodwill.

Day 208-209: Throw Pillows

I got crafty one day in college (literally, one day ever in college) and decided to make blue velvet star pillows for our apartment.

A few years later, George and I bought a couch that came with hideous Santa Fe-inspired pillows. Bolstered by my great success with the star pillows, I decided to reupholster the free pillows with blue faux suede. Because why throw away free pillows when you can transform them into cheap-looking, boring pillows?

We're getting rid of both sets.

DESTINATION: Star pillows went in the trash, the others went to Goodwill. I think.

Day 201-207: Clothes

I did another sweep of my closet and got rid of a few unflattering tanks, a denim miniskirt (see "I'm not 12 years old"), some yoga pants that had faded from black to charcoal gray, and a pair of Aeropostale short-shorts (did I mention I'm not 12?).

I was having a bad hair day when we did this pic. Also a bad face day.

DESTINATION: Goodwill.

Day 200: Samsung Phone Manual

We haven't owned our Samsung phones since early 2009. But we still had the manuals around -- just in case we ever wanted to reminisce, I guess.

DESTINATION: Trash.

Day 199: Random Crap

A button, a belly ring, a screw, a watch link, a little ampersand thingie that fell off a paper clip. What do these things have in common? They've been cluttering up my desk for months now. They're all too lame to post individually, but I think they can count as one entry in my (desperate) attempt to clean my desk.

If it helps, this is what my desk looked like:



Sorry if that made you hyperventilate.

So, here's some random crap.

DESTINATION: Goodwill. No, just kidding. Trash.

Day 198: Raffle Tickets

Okay, if these were normal raffle ticket that I bought and lost, I'd just throw them out. That's normal trash -- just like I don't post every time I throw out a J. Crew catalog, broken toy, or expired cheese. But I've been saving these raffle tickets. They've been on my desk for well over a year, because they're special -- they're a souvenir.

Except it occurred to me the other day that I have NO idea where they're from. Fantasy Island? Ocean City? Point Pleasant? Piney Festival? I'm not a gambler. When did I even enter a raffle?

Anyway.

DESTINATION: Trash.

Day 197: Heart Barrette

Am I 12 years old? Am I a raver? Am I Avril Lavigne circa 2003?

No, no, and no.

Day 196: Silly Bands

Danger got these silly bands so long ago that...silly bands were in style. They were a party favor, but he was still an infant and probably would have ingested them. But I thought the design was cool, so I kept them. Maybe I thought I would bestow them upon him on his fifth birthday or something like that. Anyway, he's still a long way off from wanting to wear accessories (I'm lucky if he'll keep his shoes on for 10 minutes) so I'm getting them off my desk.

DESTINATION: Trash.

Day 194-195: Bracelets

I can't even start to comprehend how far behind we are, but we'll catch up one of these days! (Even if we spend New Year's Eve posting 82 entries.) (Although it would take away from our usual New Year's Eve excitement, which is playing ski jump on Wii Sports.)

I started by cleaning off my office desk. First things I found: A set of "silver" bangles that are 80% oxidized crap now, and a beaded bracelet that no one over age 11 should wear (but I did).

DESTINATION: Trash.

Day 193: Floor Lamp

I'd been wondering why my floor lamp seemed to be tilted, so finally I picked it up to see if I could find a loose screw or something, and instead I found....

Nice.

DESTINATION: Trash.

Day 192: Craptastic Business Cards

Wow, Vistaprint, you'll give me 500 business cards for free?! That's such a great bargain! I mean, sure, you printed the front right-side-up and the back upside-down, but it was FREE! How can I possibly complain?

DESTINATION: Recycling.

Day 191: Rainbow Crayon

This one pained me to throw away. My friend Beata gave my boys this awesome crayon at lunch one day. It colors with every color at once! I LOVE IT!!! But so did Travis. He loved it like he loves Cheerios, or bananas, or other things that -- like this crayon -- he spends all day trying to forage and eat. He's surprisingly good at finding hidden crayons, so I finally had to throw it out to prevent any sort of technicolor intestinal events.

But B, you don't know how excited I was about this crayon. Give me another one in a year or two!

DESTINATION: Trash.

Day 190: Classy Mints

I bought these mints for two reasons: 1) they were a dollar and 2) I liked the inspirational phrase on the box: "Would you like to suck on a mint since you already suck all the time?"

But the catch is that I hate mints, so I never opened them.

DESTINATION: Trash.

Day 189: Accidental Fat-Pants

These aren't maternity pajamas or anything like that. They're actually from college, when I was super-skinny from my steady diet of Fat Darrells and fishbowls. (What did I ever do to make you leave me, awesome metabolism?) But I wore them so much that the elastic completely gave out and now they fit like this.

DESTINATION: Trash. But hey, thanks, Victoria's Secret, for making pajama pants that will last 12 years.

Day 188: Sweethearts

Or whatever the hell they're called. Conversation hearts? I bought a few boxes on clearance around Valentine's Day because a few of my photogafriends had taken some adorable photos using candy hearts as a prop. Cute idea! But only if you don't have two boys who don't like getting their pictures taken. So for almost six months, George and I would have this conversation:

G: Can we throw the candy hearts out yet?
Me: No. I'm going to do something with them.
G: What?
Me: I don't know! Something! Just leave them!

Finally he suggested that a fun thing to do with them would be to take pictures for this blog and them throw them the *#&^ out. Win.

Please note George's heart says "HIGH FIVE" -- best candy heart ever.

DESTINATION: Trash.